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  • As best he could

    A promise once made ‘I’ll take that to my grave’sense of honor, integritybest of intentionslaid waste by dementiahe told me the story when I came to visit thinking I was . . .someone else entirelyagain, promise made ‘I’ll take that to my grave’hopefully he doesI know I will.– Mark L. Lucker© 2024http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more

  • ’51 Syllables on Coffee’

    I Half-and-half, so-so coffee; incrementally less disappointing II needing barista alchemy in lieu of meh coffee place beckons III potification middle-age fettish; I am arabica snob   – Mark L. Lucker © 2024 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more

  • Self portrait

    The extremes of who, what I am whence I hail internally DNA, culturally, spiritually nature/nurture all fun to puzzle-piece together free form, no squared-off edges of big-picture guidance What my forebearers were who they were what they did what was done to them is historically recorded, reported yet remains very personally unresolved My now obsessive,… Read more

  • Open

    I long for the sound of an old wooden screen door slamming oak frame, wire mesh heavy, with a new spring so the initial slam triggers recoil – residual wood WHAP! Thump! clunk. Nothing to stop an old wooden screen door save gravity those doors were rapt percussion a backbeat to youthful adventure The one… Read more

  • Sampling

    Sitting at a brewery rural, northern Minnesota tasting a variety of beers, ales small flights of five A couple – mid-twenties sits across from us they too, are sampling each other – first timers comparing dating app peccadillos head-scratching mismatches awkward exchanges preferences for beer types, each other quickly give way to comfortable laughter Another… Read more

  • Witness 04/20/21

    ‘A bouquet of humanity.’ – Jerry Blackwell   The youngest among the crowd that day was nine On her way to that very store to buy snacks Walking with her cousin, who was twelve that day “Get off of him!” said the younger girl, with plaintive scowl   She said it more than once.  … Read more

  • The Zoom boom

    Setting up a Zoom social for high school classmates – class of 1977, bay-bee! – one invitee, confused or simply stuck in wrong mode repeatedly refers to our impending ‘conference’   I teasingly remind him this is no business-tinged partitioned hotel ballroom gift-bags, sales-pitch fest imploring him to instead think ‘virtual cocktail party’   Bring… Read more

  • More

    A woman I know mid-fiftieswent protestingfirst timer missing out asteenagerwith strict parentsshe wanted‘self-fulfillment’ Seeing her a fewdays later I asked if she foundwhat she had been seeking “Yes and no” she smiled ruefully“I fell in with a group of college kidswho poured milk on my face”quickly adding “for the tear gas” Her voice trailed.“It wasn’t… Read more

  • Father’s Day Requiem

    We never had one of those TV sitcom father-imparts-his-sage wisdom, serious sit-downs that I can recall I have no fatherly counsel fortune-cookie-inclusion viral-meme-worthy wisdom to share rarely proclaiming, “As my daddy used to say…” Sans great punchline parts of my father I carry with me, mirth more tangible than profundity less open to interpretation than… Read more

  • Delicacies

    Notebooks a lot of them stacked in an open shelf next to my desk varietal chronicles spiral-bound, stitched binding, composition books, cheap dollar store pocket, leather-covered, gifted to me verse, prose, musings pontifications and declarations the older ones bottom-of-the stack the better brittle pages in varying shades of sepia all the edges time has never… Read more